Don't drown yourself in your thoughts. Don't weep.
Her small white paws gingerly touched the soft earth as she approached the large body of water. It looked like the sky had fallen- the water was so still. The reflection of the stars upon the water was truly enchanting. Light brown eyes locked onto it in wonder as she approached. She didn't even want to dip her muzzle into the water and ruin the perfect mirror. With a small smile, Finn sighed, and raised her head to the ebon night sky.
She allowed her mind to free itself. No point in drowning in sorrow over what had happened with her brother. Her scabs were almost gone; she was almost completely healed. Life would move on. She had been cursed with a new personality quick, though- paranoia. It sucked the life out of her like a leech, yet she continued to try and pry it away. She was improving every day, but it was a difficult task.
Buffalo Clan. She missed her old pack. Why did she ever leave? Was she destined for another pack? If so, she was obviously not for Swift River. She had been evicted from the pack and left without fighting back. Well, it would be hard to, anyways. Finn was freshly injured at that time.
Seating herself at the edge of the still liquid, the small gray-silver woman's head remained tilted toward the sky. Just as her thoughts dissolved, a star decided to take action. It shot across the sky, a blazing yellow stream in the dark sky. Holding her breath, Finn watched as it came and went in the blink of an eye.
(This post was last modified: Jun 19, 2012, 08:05 PM by Finn.)
"If a man knows anything, he ought to die with it in him."